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Today (Sunday) the National March for Life took place in Poland. It was one of the largest pro-life events in Europe. Polish President Karol Nawrocki also took part in the march, stating: "I support initiatives that serve Poland." 🇵🇱

John Prevost was inspired by faith to become a teacher and principal in Catholic schools. Here he speaks about the value of Catholic ed and how it benefits society. We also spoke a lot about his brother, Rob (aka Pope Leo XIV) in the full interview here: youtube.com/watch?v=dsR5OT…

Gregorian chants, "creepy" and "unsettling"? 💀 You need this: youtube.com/watch?v=xERuXy…

If you’ve ever seen the face of a priest after even just an hour of hearing confessions, you’ll know how tired he looks. Usually he’ll go on the celebrate the Mass right after. Often picking up a few other last minute confessions in between. Pray for our priests 🙏

2020 Election - Detroit, Michigan at 3:30am We need to see many arrests for this.

🚨This changes EVERYTHING ➤ They hid this for 10 years! Tulsi Gabbard dropped a bomb: ➤ CIA report buried in a vault for almost 10 years has been exposed. ➤ Shows Obama administration straight-up orchestrated the Russia collusion hoax against Trump. ➤ They weaponized intelligence agencies, pushed lies they knew were false, and tried to rig the system. The cover-up ran deep but the truth is finally crawling out. ARRESTS!

$434 BILLION has been STOLEN by California Democrats in 5 years…MORE than every other State COMBINED… AG Rob Bonta, Mayor Karen Bass and Governor NEWSCUM are STEALING BILLIONS OF TAX PAYER MONEY as their streets collapse into sewers… THESE COMMUNISTS MUST BE ARRESTED

Biden stopped Christians from adopting children but sent thousands of children to be abused by paedophiles

The Catholic Church is the true Church. It was instituted by Christ himself.

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Joseph Smith was a false prophet who is responsible for leading millions to Hell. Nothing cool about that!

💥NEW: Adam Carolla: "You're taking [J6ers] who are TAXPAYERS who wandered into the rotunda and then turned around and left — and that guy's doing 4 years! You got the Somali guy who's ripped off people to the tune of $10 MILLION — and they get 6 months."

🚨NEW YORKERS ARE FLEEING IN DROVES AS SOCIALIST KATHY HOCHUL UNVEILS MASSIVE NEW PROPERTY TAX HIKES TO BANKROLL MAMDANI’S PRICEY SOCIALIST FANTASIES🚨 Socialism doesn’t work. I don’t know what part of it Democrats don’t understand. Their voters are brainless — they keep electing these clowns and then act shocked when the bill comes due. Every single one of their cities is broke, drowning in debt, yet instead of cutting the waste, fraud, and abuse, they just keep raising taxes on working people to fund more “free” programs that only make everything worse. New York is bleeding residents and businesses because of this insanity. Wake up, America! #DefundTheSocialists #HochulFail #MamdaniSocialism #TaxExodus #SocialismSucks

WOW CIA + 51 spies CAUGHT plotting a COUP in 2020… Brennan e-mails: “Add your name…we’re burying Hunter’s Laptop to save the vegetable Biden.” Gina Haspel signed off. Deep State literally rigged the election on camera. THIS IS TREASON WITH RECEIPTS…

Catholics, come close let me tell you a story of a powerful Saint. Her name is Joan of Arc. Joan was not a queen, not a princess, not some highborn, not someone the world would have chosen for greatness. She was a simple peasant girl born in a small French village in the early 1400s, during a time when her country was torn apart by war and confusion. But something extraordinary began to happen in her quiet life. Joan began to hear voices. 😲 😲 She said they were from St. Michael, St. Catherine, and St. Margaret. They were not voices of fear, but of direction - calling her to a mission that sounded impossible: to lead France to victory and help restore the rightful king to the throne. She was just a teenager. Imagine that for a moment. A young girl standing before hardened soldiers, political leaders, and generals, telling them she had been sent by God. Of course, most of them laughed at her. Some mocked her. Others tried to test her. But Joan did not back down. Eventually, she was taken to meet the French heir to the throne, Charles. And in a moment that still puzzles historians, she convinced him to trust her. She was given armor, a banner, and placed at the head of an army. This was when something changed. Against all odds, she led French forces to key victories, including the lifting of the siege of Orléans. A girl who had never fought in battle was now at the center of a national turning point. But sadly her story did not end in glory. 😢 She was later captured by enemy forces, put on trial, and accused of heresy. Alone, imprisoned, and abandoned by many who once followed her, she refused to deny what she believed God had told her. In 1431, Joan was burned at the stake at just 19 years old. 😲 The world thought it had silenced her, but history had other plans. Years later, the Catholic Church reviewed her trial and declared her innocent. She was canonized as a saint in 1920 by Pope Benedict XV. Her life stands as a reminder that God does not always choose the powerful, the educated, or the influential. Sometimes He chooses the young, the unlikely, and the overlooked - and through them, shakes kingdoms. She is also the Patron saint of Soldiers and Military Personnel St. Joan of Ark, Ora Pro Nobis.

SHOCKING 😱 — A 28-year-old woman from Illinois falsely claimed she was detained by ICE for nearly two days, but surveillance footage showed her relaxing at a hotel and enjoying spa treatments. She is now facing a $1 million defamation lawsuit from the local sheriff.

Delaware County, PA election officials CAUGHT on secret video SHREDDING 2020 ELECTION EVIDENCE & plotting a cover-up, with 327K alleged fraudulent votes. - Ripping up voting machine proof/result tapes and tossing them in the trash. - Destroying mail-in ballot envelopes, scanners, hard drives, and other chain-of-custody items required by law. - Planning to fabricate missing certified return sheets, USB V-drives and other records using blank drives to respond to Right-to-Know requests. - Unreconciled votes across dozens of precincts, with claims this hid massive irregularities, lawsuit alleged 327k fraudulent votes in the county. - Explicitly saying “It’s a felony” while discussing getting rid of ballot pads and second scanners — then continuing anyway and shushing talk in front of other staff. - Joking about making a "campfire" to burn the shredded election materials so no one can recover them.

This moment left me with chills. Eucharistic hosts that have miraculously begun visibly bleeding have all been confirmed to have the same blood type—one of the rarest in the world: type AB. Fr. Spitzer reveals on the show that in-depth scientific studies of multiple Eucharistic miracles have found the substance to be real human blood, leaving scientists without any worldly explanation. These findings are consistent across different miracles, separated by time and geography. “AB. It’s the same blood type as the Shroud of Turin and all the other Eucharistic hosts.” “They all have the same blood type, AB, which would mean that Jesus Christ theoretically would have had this physical blood type.” “That’s right. And that’s very unusual because AB blood type is the rarest—it’s the universal receiver blood type. And it’s the rarest blood type we have, occurring in less than 4% of the population.” The Eucharist is not a symbol. It is the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ.

My mouth went dry. The Curé of Ars. Patron of priests. The saint who read souls in confession. Carlo kept looking into that empty corner. “He says you think your dryness disqualifies you. It doesn’t. He says a priest who has suffered inner darkness can guide others through it.” Then Carlo turned his face toward the crucifix above the hospital bed. “There’s Padre Pio too.” My throat closed. “He says your books will come from this wound.” Books. The word was absurd. I was a tired parish priest in Monza who could barely finish a homily without feeling false. Yet Carlo spoke as though he were describing a train already on the tracks. “You will become a spiritual director,” he said. “People will come from far away. Not because you are brilliant. Because you will know what it is to pray with no sweetness and stay anyway.” The crucifix above his bed began to glow. Not brightly. Not theatrically. A soft gold under the wood grain, pulsing like breath under skin. My eyes filled before I even understood why. “Carlo…” He finally looked back at me. “Father, God is not ending your priesthood. He is emptying you of the version that relied on feeling.” Then he reached through the edge of the blanket and took my hand. His palm was warm. “Tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning,” he said, “when I breathe my last breath, something in you will awaken. Don’t fight it. Your real ministry begins there.” I could not answer. I was crying too hard and too quietly for words. But he was not finished. “One week after I die,” he said, “someone you have never met will come to confession. A soul in the same darkness you are in now. When you speak to them, you’ll know the gift has been given.” The monitor clicked. His mother covered her mouth. His father looked at the floor and pressed both fists into his thighs. The room kept getting colder. The crucifix kept glowing. And I had not even heard his confession yet. Freeze-frame: My resignation letter burned in my pocket. My hand was still inside Carlo’s. The crucifix above his bed was breathing gold into the dark. And the dying boy had just told me the exact week my life would begin again. What would you have done, believed him, or called it the fever of a holy child? The three words Carlo said right before absolution that I have never forgotten! (2/2)

Protestants say Catholics don’t follow Scripture. Then every sacrament shows up in it. (credit: @stpaulcenter @john.s.bergsma IG)

The Priest Who Confessed Carlo Acutis Revealed What He Predicted and It's Difficult to Believe🇻🇦🧵 (1/2) “Carlo reached through the confessional screen and stopped my shaking hand. It was 11:34 p.m. on October 11, 2006, in room 307 at San Gerardo Hospital in Monza, and I had just slipped my resignation letter into my jacket pocket, certain I would leave the priesthood the moment his funeral was over. My name is Father Antonio Ferrari. I am 72 years old now, and for 47 years I have worn the Roman collar, heard confessions, buried the dead, and stood at altars while families tried to believe God was still in the room. But there was one night when I was no longer sure He was anywhere at all. I had known Carlo Acutis since he was five. In catechism, other boys watched the clock. Carlo watched the tabernacle. Other children asked when class would end. Carlo asked things like: “Father, why did Jesus choose bread for the Eucharist and not something harder to ignore?” He did not ask like a child showing off. He asked like someone trying to get closer to a Person. For ten years, from the time he was old enough to examine his conscience seriously until he lay dying at fifteen, I was his confessor. Every two weeks, like clockwork, he came. His sins were never dramatic. A burst of impatience with his younger brother. Pride after praise for his computer work. A rosary rushed instead of prayed. He confessed the way a man polishes silver before presenting it to a king. By October 2006, I was the opposite. I was spiritually dry. Mechanically faithful. Publicly intact. Internally hollow. For months, my sermons had felt like paper in my mouth. I celebrated Mass with exact rubrics and no fire. I prayed and felt nothing but the room around me. I was a priest whose soul had gone numb inside his own vocation. That night, before Antonio Salzano called me to the hospital, I had written the letter. ‘Your Excellency, after prayer and long suffering, I believe I must step aside...’ It lay folded in my inside pocket when I entered room 307. The room smelled of antiseptic, candle wax from a small blessed candle near the window, and a faint trace of roses that did not belong in any hospital room. Carlo was thin, pale, eaten by leukemia, but his eyes were awake. Clear. Almost relieved when he saw me. “Father Antonio,” he said softly. “Thank you for coming. I needed to see you before I go.” His parents stepped back. I pulled the chair near the bed. The monitor clicked out his remaining hours in thin green light. “I’m here, Carlo.” He swallowed once, then smiled. “I need to confess. But first, I need to tell you something about your future.” I almost interrupted him. Not out of impatience. Out of pain. He was fifteen. He was dying. And somehow he was worried about me. “Carlo, let’s focus on you.” He shook his head. “No, Father. This matters. You’ve been thinking of leaving the priesthood, haven’t you?” The blood drained from my face. No one knew that. Not my bishop. Not my brother priests. Not a single living soul. My fingers tightened on the stole in my lap. “How do you know that?” “God showed me.” He said it with terrible simplicity. “Last night in prayer, I saw you at your desk. The letter. Your hand stopping three times before you folded it. The pain in your chest. The way you think silence means abandonment.” The room went colder. Not gradually. Suddenly. I saw my own breath for one brief second in the air above my hands. Carlo turned his head toward the far corner of the room, as if someone had entered without opening the door. His face changed. Not fear. Recognition. “They’re here,” he whispered. I followed his gaze. I saw nothing. Just the chair with Antonia’s coat over the back, the dim wall lamp, the shadow of the IV stand. But the air had shifted. Every hair on my forearms rose. The room felt full. “Who’s here?” I asked. “Saint John Vianney,” Carlo said. “He’s smiling at you.”